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bakutreats · 2 months

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matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

BAKUTREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list. bakugou 'asot' m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.0k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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alysrivrs · 9 months

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❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ prince aemond and his betrothed take a stroll together in the royal gardens, though a bit more happens on this ‘stroll’ than he had previously anticipated.

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: i don’t really know what this is, but i was heavily caffeinated & wanted to write something with mostly fluff in it, so… happy reading & enjoy ! ♡

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mdni, suggestive themes, slightly dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, first kiss (reader), period-typical sexism, misogyny (women are more than breeding machines, aemond!), innocence kink, breeding kink, possessive & obsessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff—any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.7k

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

aemond could recall the way you smelled by memory—like freshly ripened strawberries, white roses, sweetened vanilla, your hair was always luscious and soft, like the white satin dress you chose to wear today due to the summer heat in king’s landing.

or maybe, you wished to seek him out and gain more of his attention?

if aemond were to be honest with himself, it worked—oh, how it worked.

“tell me, darling—is the color of your lily-white dress an indication of your virtue?” he mused, causing your cheeks to flush and become dewy from the early afternoon sun, blooming flowers surrounding the two of you.

you couldn’t speak, too embarrassed by your betrothed’s sudden teasing—besides… how scandalous would it be if someone were to eavesdrop on your conversation with the one-eyed prince?

aemond smirked, amused by your shy reaction.

‘twas not as if you were in private, no—the prince demanded your presence once he had finished with his morning training, wishing to take you on a stroll in the royal gardens of the red keep, knowing how much you adored the sight of flowers.

still, no matter how scandalous your dress seemed to others, the heat in king’s landing was quite stifling—even more so with aemond carefully observing you, his amethyst eye sharp and intense as he walked alongside you, not paying any attention to the flowers around you both.

aemond was content to just simply gaze down at you, his own pretty, little flower—soon to blossom into a woman grown, as soon as he would take you under his protection as his lady wife, as far as traditions go.

he made you incredibly nervous—with his long strands of silver hair, his sharp yet handsome features, his prominent nose, his lithe but strong frame, his tall height (which towered over you), those soft, naturally curved lips of his… seven above, you could go on and on!

unbelievably, you seemed to have his full, undivided attention, which made your heart flutter—having the prince all to yourself?

you felt as if you were in some sort of dream—perhaps, you were.

especially with the way aemond treated you—respectful and kind, though you could always see a darkened gleam in his one-eye, as if he were holding himself back from something.

it made your soft, inner thighs slick with arousal—it also had you praying to the seven above each and every evening before bed, begging for forgiveness for your depraved thoughts of your betrothed.

in any case, aemond was much, much worse than you.

aemond could not seem to control himself around you, his cock hardening by the second the more he spent his time with you—alone.

“my sweet lady,” he murmured, interrupting your compliments of the colorful flowers, as he allowed you to do most of the talking as you two walked together, side by side.

aemond was never big on conversation, he never had been, preferring to stay silent and keep his thoughts concealed to himself, in fear of being mocked as he was when he was just a child.

you paused, looking up at the prince—his one natural eye was amethyst in color, the other a sparkling sapphire gem he’d stuffed into his left eye socket when he was just a boy, after his eye had been stolen by his bastard nephew.

however, as you looked up at aemond, there was only one word in your mind—beautiful.

still, he was touched that you didn’t seem afraid of him—in fact, you seemed greatly insulted when he would wear his leather eyepatch around you, claiming it unnecessary and that you wished to see your betrothed whole—every single inch of him.

perhaps, that was the moment aemond one-eye fell irrevocably in love with you.

a moment of silence passed—not uncomfortable, just two soon-to-be lovers gazing at each other.

“may i kiss you, my lady?” he questioned, watching your doe eyes widen, your pink, plump lips parting open slightly in surprise.

“k-kiss me?” you stammered, so sweet and innocent and his.

you didn’t have it in your heart to deny him—in fact, you wanted nothing more than to feel his plush, curved mouth upon yours—desperately.

you nodded, eagerly giving him your consent.

aemond chuckled, quiet and breathy, amused by your sudden eagerness—his shy girl no longer.

immediately, without waiting another second, the prince moved to cup the sides of your flushed face with both of his big, calloused hands, before bending his knees slightly and capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss—hearing you release a soft, breathy moan of bliss.

aemond hummed, pleased.

unexpectedly, you kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, though a bit clumsy, making him think to himself that perhaps this was your first kiss—your first kiss with a man.

the thought excited aemond, which also caused his cock to ache with need—to feel your wet, tight little cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him like a vise, right before he would start fucking into your warmth at a frenzied pace, mad with lust for you.

you were a soft, sensitive little thing, with a heart made of glass, meant to be protected, loved, spoiled… and aemond was the perfect man for the role.

he’d cherish you like his queen, love you with every breath he took and beat of his heart—the kind of love that would be told for centuries to come—legendary.

after several seconds of growing accustomed to the way your lips molded together—so perfectly—aemond easily slipped his tongue into your mouth—exploring its delicious sweetness.

strawberries, white roses, and sweetened vanilla.

your scent, your taste—it all filled his senses, making his cock strain even more inside of his leather breeches, while he continuously kissed you more and more, like a man starved until he thought he could never stop.

clearly, you did not wish to stop either.

your soft hands clawed at his back, tugging on his long strands of silver hair, clinging to his lithe form with desperation—a need so strong, aemond had half the mind to bend you over the nearest bench, lift up your pretty, satin skirts and fuck you from behind like a wild beast in his rut.

after several longer moments, you pulled away, gasping for air, though your lips still continued to gently brush against his, both of you panting and sharing the same breath—lips kiss-swollen and desperate for more from one another.

aemond’s eyes were heavy lidded and filled with lust—his amethyst eye practically dilated black and his sparkling sapphire eye shining dangerously with the need to touch you, to fuck you, to spill his seed deep inside of your womb—so deep, you’d be carrying his son by morning.

nevertheless, aemond was a gentleman—he could be patient, though that didn’t stop his depraved thoughts of taking your maidenhead on your wedding night, which was quickly approaching by the days—thank the gods.

soon, you’d be his wife—his lady targaryen.

his and only his.

“perhaps, we s-should return b-back inside, my prince? ‘tis nearly lunchtime… the queen mother requested my presence—she wishes to go over the flower arrangements for our wedding,” you spoke breathlessly, your voice slightly shaky from the intensity of the kiss you both shared.

aemond hummed, nodding his head once in agreement, his face returning back to its usual stoic expression—though his cheeks were still tinted pink and his cock was surely leaking inside of his breeches now… as if he were a little boy once again!

how fucking ridiculous, that he had gotten hard after just simple kissing—however, technically it wasn’t just ‘simple kissing’, not when he was so hopelessly in love.

instantly, aemond offered you one of his lean arms, a silent offer to escort you to his dearest mother’s private solar… and maybe even indulge in some of the ladies newest gossip about your upcoming nuptials—if only to spend more time in your presence.

aemond could not give less of a fuck about what any of the simpering, aggravating noblewomen had to say or gossip about—he only cared for you and what you had to say.

therefore, he would endure the torturous boredom of the ladies of the court, even if he thought each and every single one of them were poisonous, nasty creatures.

be that as it may, aemond would only do such a thing to remain by your side for the rest of the day… and to harshly glare threateningly at any lady who even looked at you the wrong way.

it seemed, the longer aemond spent his time in your gentle presence, the more he grew obsessed—your beautiful and relaxing voice, your sweet smiles, your gentle touch, your naïveté.

seven hells, you were the most breathtaking creature he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing, even with only his one-eye.

when aemond did observe you, which was quite often now as he couldn’t bear to tear his eye away from you, he’d notice the little things about you—causing his world to stop and revolve only around you.

you, you, you.

snapping out of his lovesick thoughts, aemond glanced down at you as you looped your own arm around his offered one, making his blackened heart give a tiny flutter as you smiled so prettily up at him.

“shall we, my sweet lady?” he questioned, his voice a low rasp, controlled and steady, but he did try his best effort with being soft with you, not wanting to scare you off and have you believe the vile rumors spread about him from the court gossipers.

he knew he had quite the temper, the targaryen madness, they called it.

you giggled, “of course, my prince.”

fuck, aemond was quite certainly fucking doomed by having you as his future lady wife—so sweet, caring and loving, the way you seemed so docile and yearned for children of your own… you’d make a lovely mother to his sons, that he was certain.

just as a lovely mother to his future heirs, you’d also make the most perfect wife, he decided.

obedient, doting, gentle, tender and loving—aemond could not wait to make you his little wife, and have his firstborn son swelling inside of your womb.

until then, aemond would portray himself as the perfect gentleman (as usual)—that is, until your wedding night arrives.

fin

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adokyoguen · 4 months

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Can you write a fic where Muzan sees the reincarnation of his late wife who he married when he was a human.

★۰ ໋࣭ muzan x reader.

omg I really liked this request so much that I wanted to do two parts, lol

this will be before Muzan finds the reincarnation of his late wife okay? I hope you like it and I'll be posting the second part soon :)

note: any grammatical errors made, please ignore. English is not my first language so I ask for patience :((

Muzan was never affectionate, at least the upper moons never noticed a feeling of empathy or an ounce of happiness in muzan. Everyone described him as spiteful and insensitive, he sees no value in humans. To his subordinates... he never showed respect.

But what no one knew was that a long time ago, Muzan actually had a family, he didn't have children, but Muzan has a wife, or rather, he did. She died a long time ago, he didn't even remember her face anymore, like, it was more than a thousand years alive as a demon... how could he remember? But he remembered all the effort she had put into giving her husband as much comfort as possible. Muzan was currently in the Infinity Castle, testing some experiments, but it seemed like something was wrong, the man felt something draining his energy. Even if it was 0.1%, he could feel it.

Was this some effect of the experiment? No... Muzan knew very well what he was messing with, and no side effects involved mental fatigue, especially from the first Oni that existed. Maybe it was his intrusive thoughts about humans that ended up leading him to you. He really hated humans, he wouldn't hesitate in the slightest to take one's life, but with you... was it different?

When he turned into an oni, you were there, in fact neither of you two understood very well what had happened to Muzan, but you never treated him with indifference... you had a pure heart, too pure to live in this world cruel, too pure to be rotten.

On the one hand, he would have immensely wished that it had been him who had killed you, it would have been much more dignified than a simple death from natural causes, at least for you. It's ironic to say that Muzan fell in love with you precisely because of your pure heart, since the man was totally the opposite. Even if you were here, Muzan wouldn't be the same caring husband he was years ago, but deep down, he would know that you would never give up on him.

Muzan sat on the chair, trying to clear his mind to return to the experiment, he cursed you deeply for appearing in his thoughts just when he was busy with something that could revolutionize the lives of oni's.

But then... there you were.

Muzan raised his head after feeling a presence in the same room as him, the man knew that Nakime wouldn't put anyone in the infinite castle if it weren't for Muzan's own request, so why is he feeling watched?

The answer was you.

For some reason that even he couldn't describe, you were there, exactly as you were buried, for a split second, he might have thought he was going crazy, but he didn't want to think about it. Muzan got up from the chair and approached his late wife, you looked so... cold. He didn't show any hint of emotion in his eyes when he raised his hand to touch your cheek, that touch wasn't a form of affection, it was just a test to see if he could feel your skin.

And the answer was no, the hand instantly passed across her figure. How were you here? Had he cursed his soul or something? Haven't you rested in peace all these years?

— Y/N?— Muzan calls you, hoping that you could respond.

Hope, this word is something he hasn't had for many years, of course his greatest hope was the blue Spider Lily Flower, but he never felt hope in the human race. But well... you're not human anymore, so he didn't care about his momentary weakness.He watched her hand come up and land on his hand, which was flying across his cheek. Muzan felt his senses scramble when you gave him a smile, that smile he thought he would never see again.

Muzan never left his cold expression, after years of being an oni and killing people... he no longer felt anything inside him, and at that moment, it was the same. His thoughts were interrupted with smoke filling the place, Muzan hurried to move the container that was causing this away from his table, so that the smoke would stop.

His gaze turned to you, but you weren't there. The man looked at the room he was in, looking for any sign of his presence, even though he felt that there was no one else with him. Muzan sat in his chair again, looking at the blueprint he was studying on his desk.

Brugmansia suaveolens of course... how did he not think of that before? The man took his notebook from the table, where he had notes about the variations of plants on the planet.

Brugmansia is a genus of seven species of flowering plants in the nightshade family Solanaceae. They are woody trees or shrubs, with pendulous flowers, and have no spines on their fruit. Their large, fragrant flowers give them their common name of angel's trumpets, adjacent to the nickname devil's trumpets of the closely related genus Datura.

Side effects of Brugmansia include nausea, vomiting, dry eyes, increased heart rate, dizziness and visual hallucination.

#muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer muzan #muzan x reader #kyn #kimetsu no yaiba #kny muzan #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #upper moons #romance #dark romance

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meguminne · 8 months

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Lovestruck Ajax!࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

call it unjust or prejudiced, but you’ve always found those with hydro visions a bit conceited, whether they know it or not. but that’s mostly due to childe’s fault. [drabble but more like a ramble] i just finished the fontaine story (no spoilers in the drabble!) and i just love him

‎ܓ perhaps it was thanks to the cruel hands of fate that you have had the displeasure of meeting such a man. his laughter was obnoxious, his eyes as deep as the sea; his smile is that of a fox’, and his bravado is so tall, you ought that its fall would be more cataclysmic than the fall of the great jade chamber.

༊ but if you chalked it up to fate, then perhaps you would think that celestia fancies itself a citizen of fontaine with its love for drama and theatrics.

༊ truly, there was nothing truly pleasant about the man they call ‘ajax,’ ‘childe,’ ‘tartaglia.’ his names don’t matter, he’s annoying all the way.

༊ at first you thought him quite handsome, save for the soulless blue eyes he has. you’ve bumped into him near the northland bank when you were browsing the books at the wanwen bookhouse, and you’ve chat with him a couple of times.

༊ you met again at the wangsheng parlor where he was particularly acquainted with the funeral director’s stoic secretary or whoever he was.

༊ by the tenth time, you wonder if you’re being stalked by the man with how often his face pops up even when you’re in sumeru, inazuma, monstadt and any of the seven nations!

༊ if you managed to find the land of khaenri’ah, you wouldn’t be surprised to see him there, ‘browsing the many places.’

༊ he would strike up a conversation without fail, always with that grin that makes you wonder if he’s practiced making such a stupid face in the mirror.

✎⟆ “oh, [y/n]! what a coincidence, i was just visiting mister zhongli! what brings you at such a grim place?”

✎⟆ “fancy seeing you here, my friend! it’s— it’s almost as if we’re fated to meet.”

✎⟆ “s-since you’re here anyways, why don’t i treat you to some dinner?”

༊ each time you find a reason to leave, you managed to get dragged back with promised words like a sumpter beast following a baited stick! not to mention how often he trips over his own words like a man trying to formulate a lie on the spot! ᝰ

༊ he doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s following you at times! even at the desolate deserts of sumeru, even in the dangerous plains of tatarasuna and somehow even found you in the chasm?!

༊ to have been found so intriguing that a harbinger of all people would be stalking you! it unsettled you to no end how much he loved stalking you! what does a sinister figure want with you!?

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˚◞♡ unbeknownst to you, childe was simply truly enamored with you and your little adventures.

˚◞♡ he’s grown to love how powerful and formidable you are when it comes to fighting. (even if your enemies were mere slimes!)

˚◞♡ he’s been meaning to ask you out directly on dates but your unsettled features and worried expressions made you look so adorable that he couldn’t help but tease you.

˚◞♡ he’s never had trouble with talking to people, but it seems he finds himself stumbling over his own words; perhaps it was because you were his weakness but the smile on his face never seems to fall with you around.

★⟆ “childe..”

✎⟆ “ajax,”

★⟆ “right, ajax, childe, tartaglia.. how did you find me here?”

✎⟆ “oh haha! i frequent this place a lot. you know, it’s quiet and peaceful. great for pondering,”

★⟆ “you.. frequent the chasm’s underbelly..?”

˚◞♡ bleegh! he’s so quirky and wacky, a harbinger not fluent with the language of deceit? say it ain’t so!

˚◞♡ he’s given you bouquets of rainbow roses, calla lilies and even mistflowers!

༊ it’s sweet and all but how did he get into your house?

˚◞♡ leave it to ajax to solely revive the tradition of courtship just for you to return the same fervor. bouquets, dates and ‘fated’ meetings are no issues so long as he gets to be with you.

#meguminne #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #childe is so dumb #dumb childe

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veeluvss · 11 months

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My Girl, Lily Prentiss (3)

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"I knew you'd still be here," Rossi sighed, stepping into Emily's office. "Hi Dave," Emily sighed, putting some hair behind her ear. "How are you doing?" "How would anyone be doing right now?" she snapped but then felt bad. "Sorry, I just," she took a deep breath. "How about you head home? Get some rest so you can think clearly," Rossi suggested. "I can't do that," she said, holding up her file. "Work to do." "Have you eaten?" "No, I'm not hungry," Emily replied. "Emily," Rossi said gently, he came around her desk and closed her laptop softly. He sat one leg on the desk, lifting himself up and turned to the raven-haired girl. "This is going to be so much harder if you don't look after yourself," Rossi told her. "I'm fine." "Don't bullshit me," Rossi said, so calmly. Emily couldn't help but laugh. She leaned back in her chair and turned to him. "I know it hurts. I know it's hard. You need a clear head to get the quickest and best result in finding her. Go home and rest." Emily groaned and nodded. "I can't believe I let this happen. If I'd known they were treating her like-" Rossi stopped her with his hand. "I know. That's why you need to protect her now."

That night, Emily slept heavily, the stress of the day exhausting her. She dreamt of Lily, now. Being her own. She dreamt of waking up to her brunette baby beside her in bed after a nightmare, holding her close, and smelling her hair. She dreamt of taking her girl out to the park, on a walk or out to dinner to treat her. She dreamt of her girl's laugh, her cry, her smile. She dreamt of her having Lily back, as her own.

"Right, if I'm Lily, where would I go?" Morgan asked, standing around the table.

The team had concluded that Lily had originally run away from home however, the lack of contact had been disturbing. The last she was seen was getting in a black SUV outside a gas station, 20 miles from her home. There were two people in the front of the car and Garcia, for the life of her, couldn't trace them or the vehicle. "I'd find someone to love me," Tara said, honestly. "Skyla told me that Lily regularly told Tori she didn't feel loved." "Is that not what she was trying to do online?" Morgan asked, writing it on the board nonetheless. "A young girl reaching out for validation on her body is very different to finding someone to love her," JJ explained. "Perhaps she had a boyfriend." "All of her chats I could find were all her deals, none of them even slightly resemble a relationship," Garcia shrugged, tapping on her laptop. "Could she have had a boyfriend in person?" "Her teachers doubt it, she spoke to no one. When she was in school that is." "What about out of school?" "Again. Everyone agrees they've never seen her with other people." The group went silent, all deep in thought. "Has anyone spoken to her biological parents?" Reid asked, suddenly thinking. JJ nodded, "Prentiss is there now."

Keeping her hands at her side, Emily walked through the prison. She waited for the guard to push open the door then clenched her jaw. Harold Addams. The sight of the man in front of her made her unbelievably angry. He destroyed her life. "Prentiss, Prentiss, Prentiss," he sniggered, folding his arms across his chest. "Long time no see." "Addams," she said sternly, sitting in the chair opposite him. "What did I do to deserve such a pretty reward hm?" He asked. Emily felt sick. "Where's your daughter?" "Lily? Well, shouldn't you know that?" "She's been missing for three days. Where is she?" Prentiss wasn't playing around. "How would I know? I'm locked up." He was answering questions with questions. "Have you been having any correspondence outside these walls?" "Only with you beautiful lady," he glistened, leaning forwards. Emily scoffed, "usless."

Garcia sat in her tech cave, searching through every bit of this girls life. She'd unsealed records, she'd logged into all her accounts, read her messages, her emails, her bank statements. Lily was loaded with sugar daddies and in a normal instance, Penelope would be jealous. She hummed as she tapped away on her computer, trying to find even a trace of some sort of dodgy deals behind the scenes. She groaned, picking up her laptop and heading to the round table. Reid was there with JJ, scoring through the printed documents.

"Doesn't it make you wonder why Emily was so connected to her?" Reid asked, as Garcia sat down. "It was a failed undercover mission, Em was trapped in there with Lily as her only mental escape," JJ explained, shrugging. "She was only seven, she didn't understand," Reid siad, frowning. "That's the point," Garcia said. "It's like me looking at all these baby animal pictures," she smiled and sent them to the screen. She cooed at the fluffy baby cows with flowers in their mouths. "Yeah, her break, her way to realise there was still innocence there," JJ explained.

"Why do you think they used the little girl though?" Tara asked, coming into the room also. "People show a more vulnerable side with kids," Spencer said. "Statistically, 68% of abductions are more successful if a child is involved to lure them in." "So they used Lily as a way to get women to them?" "Yes. That's what they did." Emily confirmed, coming in the room. "They would look after her, bathe her, treat her like a princess and then if she did the slightest thing wrong, her dad would rip them away - rape them so she could hear them and then hand them back all bloody and bruised. If the women did something wrong, he'd beat Lily in front of them." "Jesus," Rossi groaned, taking a seat. "Emily, what role did the brothers have? These cases keep-" "That's it! The brothers!" Spencer said suddenly, standing up. Everyone looked at him. "Richard Addams and Thomas Addams. Look here," Spencer said, grabbing a piece of paper he discarded. It was chats between LILLIL, URB0YISR1CH and TOMCATDADDYRAT. It looked like normal texts to the naked eye but now with an idea on the names, Spencer began circling certain parts of the conversation: 'Gas', 'Law and order', 'back' , 'love', 'daddy's girl'. Every second word made a sentence on it's own. The boys were giving her a meeting place.

"Guys..." Reid said. "They were telling Lily to be at the gas station at 3am in order to avoid the cops and they could stay hidden. They want her to feel the love, the one her daddy gave her." He read out, like a robot.

"What does that mean?" "That means they're just as bad as their father." Emily spat out. "Find who these boys are Garcia," she added, walking away. "Now!"

Emily paced up and down her office. This wasn't possible. Richard was dead. Emily had killed him. She had no idea how it was possible. She remembered hearing Lily's screams and Richard's groans in pains. She could hear Thomas screaming for his brother to move. He begged him to move, to breath. Thomas was praying his brother wouldn't die - not like this. Lily scrambled into Prentiss' lap, assessing her brother with the agent. "Richy," the small girl whimpered, touching the blood pouring from the boys chest. "Get her out Prentiss!" Emily heard one of her team members say and she nodded. She grabbed the girl's weak body. Lily clung to her, hiding her face in her neck as Emily shielded her from the gunfire. They ran through the warehouse, Emily trying her hardest to remember the way out.

Eventually, she escaped into the sunlight and dropped to her knees, cradling the crying girl in her arms. "It's okay sweetheart," she whispered, brushing Lily's bloody hair from her face. Her blonde hair, now splattered in red. "Emmy's got you."

Emily had shot Rich in the chest, they both watched him bleed out. It wasn't possible he was alive now. There was a knock on her office door and she just opened it. JJ stood there, wringing her hands together. Emily let her in, closing the door behind her without saying a word. "We've spoken to Thomas's foster parents, since he turned eighteen, they haven't seem him at all," JJ told Emily. "Okay." "Garcia is running their information, trying to find out anything she can on the boys." "Okay." "Em," "He's meant to be dead." Emily said, staring out of the window. "I killed Richard Addams and now he has come and taken my baby away," she whispered. Her hand rested on her chest and she felt the pain.. "We'll find her Em, and the boys too. They won't get away with this," JJ said, she rested her hand on Emily's shoulder, offering support. "Damn right they won't," Emily said. She turned abruptly and walked out the door, leaving JJ behind in her office.

Tara and Morgan were back at Lily's house, looking for any sort of sign she knew her brothers. They'd searched everywhere they could think of until Morgan got a call from Garcia. "Please tell me you have good news Baby Girl," "She keeps talking about a cabinet." Garcia said. "'I keep special pictures locked in the cabinet for you,'" Reid quoted through the phone. "Okay, what does that mean pretty boy?" "I think the pictures might be some sort of coy. Maybe its information, is there any sort of cabinet there?" Reid asked. Morgan looked around her room, phone at his ear. "Not an obvious one." "What about anywhere else in the house? The Bathroom?" "Why would she keep secret things in the family bathroom?" Derek asked but walked towards it nonetheless. "Nobody will think to look there," Garcia added. Morgan shrugged and investigated the cabinet. Then he saw it, the pill bottle with writing on both sides of the label. Instantly he peeled off the sticker, looking on the back. It was an address. Tara was over his shoulder.

"Let's go." They said together.

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#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau head canons #emily prentiss head canons #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau imagine #emily #lily prentiss #my girl lily prentiss #emily prentiss x daughter

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hinaypod · 1 year

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★~Happy Black History Month from the Hi Nay team!~★

We've commissioned an amazing Black artist, Riptide (who's asked not to be tagged), to do a piece for our lovely but still mysterious Elder, Mary-Anne Weekes, who was responsible for creating the "good" Foci.

Once part of Sauvard's inner circle, Mary-Anne at some point chose to counter the other Elders with the creation of her own Foci. As the only Black member of the Ordo, and the eldest daughter of a hotel tycoon, she was treated with disdain by some members and alienated by others.

However, Sauvard and those in his inner circle respected her intelligence and prowess with magic, and she had a lover in Claudette-Jean, or CJ.

(picrew by @K_pupu)

Mary-Anne had a brother, whom she loved dearly, who offered to marry CJ for her so they could live together.

Her brother was eventually killed.

Her brother was represented by a bird, to match his flighty, free nature. She herself was represented by a fish, since she secretly always felt "out of water". And her love CJ was represented by a white lily, her favourite flower.

Mary-Anne's character was partly inspired by various pieces of information about Black Canadians living in Toronto in the late 19th century, early 20th century.

One of the figures that stood out was James Mink, who fled to Toronto from enslavement and became a millionaire, having owned a hotel and livery stable, who established the first transit systems in Toronto alongside his brother George. There's unfortunately a lot of misinformation about him and his family, since records on his life are sparse.

As a tribute to him and his daughter, we characterised Mary-Anne as the rich daughter of a hotel tycoon, her status respected by Sauvard and others.

While there was still a lot of prejudice in Toronto in the 1900s for Black Canadians (such as unions refusing trade jobs to Black workers), it had more opportunities for success for Black communities than other parts of North America.

With Mary-Anne Weekes, and another character - the elusive Journalist (who features in the Puppetmaster's Arc, and will play a big role in Act 3), a Black journalist active from the 1960s-1980s, I was able to delve deeper into Toronto's Black history and the kind of world these characters might have lived in. It's been fun and my brain is itching to write more about these two, hopefully in a way that's respectful, nuanced, and as historically accurate (or as close to it) as possible.

-Motzie

#black history month #hinaypod #hi nay podcast #hi nay art #mary-anne weekes #claudette-jean villeneuve #bhm #horror podcast #audio drama #riptide #black artist

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I also might not always post ttte stuff since my hyper fixations always change

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thebisexualteen · 4 months

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Yeah u know some Lily and Marie stuff

《Marie》

I can see Marie actually knowing she's Penumbra's favorite(Cause Penumbra treats her differently from her sibs[But she doesn't know about Lily tho so she's still figuring out])

Tho she can keep a secret

Marie steals and wears Penumbra's clothes and goes to Penumbra with a happy look(Look we got an mini version of Penumbra[Marie looking at Penumbra like "Aunty Cori look at me, don't I look so beautiful :D"])

Holds Crescent's finger normally

If she's mad, then she'll give u the death stare(Which is actually cute)

Sometimes she'll sleep on 1 of the twins or Crescent

Everytime her sibs are fighting with Penumbra or the others, she's watching it like it's a damn movie or series and gets so interested in it

★Lily★

Keeps alot of secrets because she's trustworthy

She brings her sketchbook everywhere she goes now(To draw designs)

When she's creating clothes, she normally does it when no one is in the same room as her, she does it quickly just incase someone comes in the room(If it's Solari, then she doesn't mind)

Occasionally asks Solari about ideas(Aka clothing ideas for her to draw)

She's smart enough to not fight with Penumbra or the others since she's watching the fights and watching it go so horribly(With Marie lol)

Doesn't yell that much unless she's fighting with her sibs(Stops yelling and fighting when Crescent tells them to stop fighting)

"Wow my new family is better then my old one :D"

@insanelyadd

#collector oc #the archivists #toh oc #toh the archivists #Lily N_TOH OC #Marie N_TOH OC #I'm not tagging the sibs #Satellite #Solari #Penumbra #Crescent

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miracuofficial · 9 months

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𝙈𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙎 [ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 & 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎 ] .. ⋆ ✦ ₊˚★﹟

KANG HYERIM, professionally known as HYEMI, was born on April 4, 1999, in Seoul, South Korea, to a construction worker by the name of Kang Han-jae. Her mother is a former clerk. She’s the first born out of two. Her sister, Hye-jin, passed away from a fatal car accident at the age of 14. After the incident, Hyemi’s mother became an alcoholic and was later diagnosed with BPD, leaving her father to hold the roof over both of their heads. Hyemi struggled to finish school but with the help of her teacher and counselor, she was able to get through the rest of her school career.

Hyemi decided that she wanted to become a k-pop idol when she finished school in 2018. She had never really looked into it but she knew she’d have to do training. She didn’t mind it because it would take her mind off of everything she was going through. Hyemi wanted to help her father with bills and such so she also applied for local jobs while training. Once Hyemi became an idol, she was afraid of leaving her father behind but he assured her that he would be fine. They called everyday and still do up until now, to check on each other. When Hyemi received her first check, she purchased her father a brand new apartment. Since then, she’s sent him money to pay for all of the bills.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: HYEMI (혜미)

BIRTH NAME: kang hye-rim (강혜림)

POSITIONS: leader, main vocalist, lead dancer

BIRTHDATE: april 4, 1999

ZODIAC: aries

BIRTHPLACE: seoul, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: korean

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐻‍❄️

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (46%) — japanese (72%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5’4”)

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: jisun (fromis_9)

VOICE CLAIM: chaewon ( le sserafim )

VOCAL CLAIM: haewon (nmixx)

DANCE CLAIM: chaeryoung (itzy)

KIM NARI, known by her stage name LILY, was born on March 10, 2000, in Namhae, South Korea, to a nurse mother and the CEO of a hotel named ‘Seoul-Moon Inn’. Lily is an only child but has a family cat named ‘Nami’. In school, Lily was always known to be the sunshine. She treated everyone with care and like they were the most special gem in the world. She participated in soccer up until she graduated. She could’ve continued her soccer career but later decided she wanted to be an idol because of her love for singing and anything musical.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: LILY

BIRTH NAME: kim nari (킴나리)

POSITIONS: main vocalist, sub rapper, dancer

BIRTHDATE: march 10, 2000

ZODIAC: pisces

BIRTHPLACE: namhae, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: korean

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🌸

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (56%) — japanese (71%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: B

FACECLAIM: liz (ive)

VOICE CLAIM: arin ( oh my girl )

VOCAL CLAIM: liz (ive)

FUJITA NAOMI, professionally known as NANA is the lead rapper and dancer of MIRACULOUS. She was born on May 20, 2000, in Kobe, Japan to a music producer father and a surgeon mother. She has a brother by the name of Fujita Kaito who is a known chef in Kobe. Nana no longer has a relationship with her father since he left to fulfill his dreams instead of continuing life with his family. That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Nana was the one to find that her father was having an affair with a woman whom he worked with. She didn’t know what else to do because she was still young at the time so she mentioned it to her mother. It became a big deal in the Fujita household. Her father would beg her mother to let him stay until he was able to get up on his feet so there were arguments just about every night.

When their father finally left, Nana’s brother became overwhelmed by the change since he was so close with his dad. He started locking himself in his room, only leaving to use the bathroom. They rekindled their bond when Nana started coming into his room to check on him. At times, she would sit with him or just simply hug him for a good 20 minutes before she went to grab the dinner plate that she made for him. Currently, Kaito tries to visit his sister whenever he can but it’s not easy seeing as though he travels a lot because of his job. But whenever he does, they have meals together or go out somewhere fun. He’s been introduced to her members so sometimes he’ll cook a meal for everyone at the dorm.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: NANA (나나)

BIRTH NAME: fujita naomi (藤田直美)

POSITIONS: lead rapper, lead dancer, face of the group

BIRTHDATE: may 20, 2000

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: kobe, japan

ETHNICITY: japanese

NATIONALITY: japanese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🦕

LANGUAGES: japanese (native) — korean (89%) — english (62%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: O

FACECLAIM: momo (twice)

VOICE CLAIM: momo ( twice )

RAP CLAIM: yuki ( purple kiss )

DANCE CLAIM: momo ( twice )

DAISY CHO, professionally known as IVY, was born on May 15, 2001, in Melbourne, Australia. She was born to a math teacher who is her mother and a IT manager. Ivy’s mother helped her move to Korea when she began her training. Her choice was first denied by her father but her mom later convinced him to allow it. Ivy knew she wanted to be an idol because of all of her favorite artists and seeing them perform. She performed in her school talent show and quickly became known across the whole building.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: IVY (아이비)

BIRTH NAME: daisy jolene cho

KOREAN NAME: cho eun-hye (조은혜)

POSITIONS: lead vocalist, visual

BIRTHDATE: may 15, 2001

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: melbourne, australia

ETHNICITY: korean

NATIONALITY: korean-australian

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐘

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (native) — japanese (77%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: jooe (momoland)

VOICE CLAIM: minnie (g-idle)

VOCAL CLAIM: minnie (g-idle)

IKEDA KUINA, or known just by her first name, KUINA was born on January 13, 2002, in Kyoto, Japan. Her father is a chef and her mother is a baker. They have a family business in the food industry. Kuina rapped on the streets of Kyoto in her early high school years. Sometimes she would get tips, even if she wasn’t rapping to make money. She has a little brother who is 14 years younger than her. She calls him very frequently and makes sure he and her parents are taken care of back in Japan.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: KUINA (쿠이나)

BIRTH NAME: ikeda kuina (池田くいな)

POSITIONS: main rapper, sub vocalist

BIRTHDATE: january 13, 2002

ZODIAC: capricorn

BIRTHPLACE: kyoto, japan

ETHNICITY: japanese

NATIONALITY: japanese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🦩

LANGUAGES: japanese (native) — korean (96%) — english (74%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5'5”)

BLOOD TYPE: B

FACECLAIM: rei (ive)

RAP CLAIM: rei (ive)

VOCAL CLAIM: rei (ive)

ELIANA RIVERA, professionally known as ELLIE was on November 9, 2002, in Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. Her mother was a floral designer who now owns her own flower business in Wisconsin. Her parents separated, so Ellie’s father left when she was 6. She has an older sister named Dahlia. Ellie never knew the Korean language that well even though hee mother always spoke it around her and her sister quite often. But when she discovered she wanted to be an idol, she began studying it and really taking in whatever her mother would say to her when she spoke Korean.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: ELLIE (엘리)

BIRTH NAME: eliana marie rivera

POSITIONS: lead vocalist, lead dancer, visual

BIRTHDATE: november 9, 2002

ZODIAC: scorpio

BIRTHPLACE: honolulu, hawaii, usa

ETHNICITY: korean-mexican

NATIONALITY: american

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🌷

LANGUAGES: english (native) — spanish (native) — korean (91%) — japanese (77%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5'4")

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: (young) jessica alba + jennie (blackpink)

VOICE CLAIM: natalia dyer + sofia carson

VOCAL CLAIM: karina (aespa)

DANCE CLAIM: redy (1million studio)

WANG SUYIN, professionally known as STELLA, was born on April 22, 2003, in Shenzhen, China. Her mother is a private school teacher and her father is a police officer. Her parents divorced but she still got to see her father. Stella has two brothers, one that’s older than her and one that’s younger. Her aunt lives with her mother to help her and until she can get back up on her own feet. Stella was originally a fan of BTS and loved seeing them perform. Her mom used to take her to concerts so Stella was used to the Korean environment and the language. She began studying when she was younger and the knowledge stuck with her until she realized she wanted to perform as well.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: STELLA (스텔라)

BIRTH NAME: wang suyin (王素银)

ENGLISH NAME: stella wang

POSITIONS: main dancer, vocalist, maknae

BIRTHDATE: april 22, 2003

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: shenzhen, china

ETHNICITY: chinese

NATIONALITY: chinese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: ⭐️

LANGUAGES: mandarin (native) — korean (94%) — english (74%) — japanese (44%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5'4")

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: ningning (aespa)

VOICE CLAIM: ningning (aespa)

VOCAL CLAIM: ningning (aespa)

DANCE CLAIM: yeji (itzy)

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whitneydaniell · 2 years

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by: Colleen Hoover Published: Aug 2, 2016 Genre: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary 386 Pages, Audio Book (HH:MM) 11:11

★★★

GoodReads Synopsis:

Lily hasn’t always had it easy, but that’s never stopped her from working hard for the life she wants. She’s come a long way from the small town in Maine where she grew up — she graduated from college, moved to Boston, and started her own business. So when she feels a spark with a gorgeous neurosurgeon named Ryle Kincaid, everything in Lily’s life suddenly seems almost too good to be true.

My Review: *** SPOILERS ***

I'm glad that Lily left and did not try to "fix" Ryle. I loved that Allysa told her, "If you take him back I will never speak to you again." I loved their friendship. Pretty much the only redeeming value of this book.

Ryle does not need a relationship, he needs a medical professional to diagnose, prescribe, and treat him.

I get the idea of Lily trying to be stronger than her mother and leaving this abusive relationship however, she wasn't any smarter than her mother (no shade, CoHo). Why not have her go to the police? Document the abuse? Especially once she finds out that she is pregnant. Documenting the abuse would have guaranteed that he never get joint custody and would have given grounds for supervised visits. Who is thinking of the unborn child here? Not Lily.

Atlas, was he needed as the white knight? His savior complex is borderline manipulative (if not outright).

I don't want to overlook the opening scene of Lily and Ryle on the roof, going over who had the worse day because this really showed us who Ryle is when no one is looking. He was angry before we even knew him to be abusive -- red flag? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he just had a really bad (one) day, that is a thing. But what I hated most was, it took so much for Lily to really see who he was before she made changes.

CoHo if you're going to write a book about triumph over domestic violence, then go balls to the wall. Don't write the victim to be meek and understanding, in so many eloquent words, Lily should have told Ryle, "You've got the right one but the wrong day!" If you know you know. But instead, everyone else needed to validate to Lily that she should leave before she made an effort. Lazy.

Final Thoughts: Who named these people?

#colleen hoover #it ends with us #romance #fiction #books i read #books to read #books #book shelf #tbr 2022 #audible

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softroots · 1 year

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｡ ° ★ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 , @cunninghamcorey as corey : car : for our muses to get intimate inside a car .

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 in haddonfield that are closed away from the eyes and ears of people with harsh words to say . and there aren't many people who make her feel the way corey does . with him, she doesn't feel criticized. she's free from the pit in her stomach that comes with worrying about what other people think . she never has to worry about him , though — is 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 of his niceties one day turning false . he cares for her , truly . which is why the moment eileen spat venomous words at him was the moment lili realized she wanted nothing to do with her anymore . corey has become the focal point of her life . and she's happy that way . happy here , tucked away from the world in the backseat of her car , lips pressed against his . there is no urgency in the way she kisses him , no rush — they have all the time they could possibly need . hands cup his face , pulling herself closer as she lifts , moving to straddle his lap . her kisses deviate from his , pressing to his cheek , his jaw , 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 — the touch of his hands on her skin providing a welcome warmth . as usual , her kisses are tender . lili treats him as if he is fragile — not because she looks down on him , but because it is what he deserves . he is not something to be feared , but something to be taken care of . lips stay on his neck for a moment before she's pulling back up , forehead leaned against his as lili presses her body closer . “ come with me . t'california . ” it's something she's mentioned before , but now with her breathing heavier , with their lips so close : it isn't a question anymore , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊 . “ i ... i want y'there . . . ” eyes flutter shut , mouth open mouth grazing against his . “ i want you . ”

#｡ ° ★ 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ﹗ ﹙ answered ﹚#｡ ° ★ ﹙ 𝙳𝚈𝙽 : corey ⋆ cunninghamcorey ﹚#cunninghamcorey #suggestive /#heyyy lol theyre ruining my life fr

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ribbonzcoco · 1 month

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I'm bored and i haven't posted in ages so i'm doin a intro~ (✿◡‿◡)

⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ /) /) (｡•ㅅ•｡)〝₎₎ ✦₊ ˊ˗ . .╭∪─∪────────── ✦ ⁺. . .┊ ◟﹫ Name : Eleanor/Lily . .┊﹒𐐪 Age : 14 . .┊ꜝꜝ﹒Pronouns : He/she/they . .┊ ⨳゛Sexuality : Omni (I think?) . .┊ ◟ヾ Likes : Pretty art, nature, baking, fruit, silly creatures, . .┊music, yummy treats and quiet places <3 . .┊﹒𐐪 Dislikes : Loud places, broccoli and art block ( ˘︹˘ ) . .┊ ◟﹫ Extra : Huge cookie run and pokemon fan, also very shy in

. .┊person and online :p, also looking for mutuals & friends!! ^^ ╰───────────── ✦ ⁺. ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚

#cookie run #nature #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #pinned intro

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cocktailsfairytales · 9 months

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★✩★ PREORDER ALERT ★✩★

Mistletoe & Markets

A Christmas Market Romance Collection

Romance Café Collection Book 27

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/84279246/

Genre | Tropes: Contemporary Romance | Christmas Markets

Release Date: 21 November

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Coming to Kindle Unlimited

‘Tis the season to find trinkets, treats, and love at your favorite Christmas Market.

Will you meet someone special under the mistletoe? Is that a candy cane in Santa’s pocket or is he just happy to see you? Whether it’s the traditional markets of Europe or a small-town winter festival out of a television movie, the holiday market is the place to come together to shop, drink, and make merry. Will you find the perfect gift or the love of your life?

Grab your eggnog and cookies and join USA Today best-selling and award -winning romance authors curated by The New Romance Café as we celebrate all the things that make this a holly jolly season.

Participating Authors:

Lily Kindall

Élodie Garroway

Annee Jones

Jill Brashear

K McEvern Lestrade

Renee Dahlia

Jewelz Baxter

Sofia Aves

Chele MacCabe

Anna Volkin

Juliet Martini

Lexi Mills

Hannah McKee

Ainsley Jaymes

Maggie Rose

Cedar Rose

Jazmine Skye

Bella Paige

Angela Kady

Harper Michaels

H. D’Agostino

Sharon Michalove

Jane Gundogan

Alexa Santi

Linda G. Hill

Tarina Deaton

Lisabel Chretien

T Wells Brown

Sera Taíno

L.A. Remenicky

Jackie Paxson

JJ Carlson

Trinity Wood

About The New Romance Cafe

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Find out about new releases, take part in fun discussions, and recommend your favourite reads in the safe space of the Café.

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 9 months

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★✩★ PREORDER ALERT ★✩★

Mistletoe & Markets

A Christmas Market Romance Collection

Romance Café Collection Book 27

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/84279246/

Genre | Tropes: Contemporary Romance | Christmas Markets

Release Date: 21 November

Hosted by DS Book Promotions

AMAZON

Coming to Kindle Unlimited

‘Tis the season to find trinkets, treats, and love at your favorite Christmas Market.

Grab your eggnog and cookies and join USA Today best-selling and award -winning romance authors curated by The New Romance Café as we celebrate all the things that make this a holly jolly season.

Participating Authors:

Lily Kindall Élodie Garroway Annee Jones Jill Brashear K McEvern Lestrade Renee Dahlia Jewelz Baxter Sofia Aves Chele MacCabe Anna Volkin Juliet Martini Lexi Mills Hannah McKee Ainsley Jaymes Maggie Rose Cedar Rose Jazmine Skye Bella Paige Angela Kady Harper Michaels H. D’Agostino Sharon Michalove Jane Gundogan Alexa Santi Linda G. Hill Tarina Deaton Lisabel Chretien T Wells Brown Sera Taíno L.A. Remenicky Jackie Paxson JJ Carlson Trinity Wood

About The New Romance Cafe

The New Romance Café is the place to get your daily dose of romance books.

Hang out with like-minded readers and authors at different stages of their writing journey, in a diverse and inclusive group.

Find out about new releases, take part in fun discussions, and recommend your favourite reads in the safe space of the Café.

Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thenewromancecafe

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clarrissanewt · 3 years

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hi! i luv ur writing, i was thinking if u could write a harry x reader where reader is a ravenclaw who's into music?

like they're dating and she writes a song for him on the piano and shows it to him and he's all happy and flustered (maybe they're at hogwarts or at his parents' house? idk it's up to you)

I Want To Write You a Song

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

House: Ravenclaw

Warnings: fluff, James (if you know what I mean)

Requests are open!

A/n: I actually meant to keep it a no voldi au but harry's scar is inseparable, so let's pretend voldi died in the first wizarding battle. Lily and James would be there; all in all a fluffy family stuff

it is house neutral as such, and is set post-howarts

ps- I've no idea why harry got poor eyesight here-

Harry’s feet seemed to move on their own accord. As he dashed up the old staircase of the Potter’s residence (his mother seemed to have a liking for antique stuff), the sight of the last stair almost skipped his awful sight, and by the time he realised it, it was too late to double back his uncontrollable pace.

Making a grabby motion, a two-year-old toddler is supposed to make, he steadied himself and his feet competed again with the speed of his hammering heart.

The weekend could never be more perfect, albeit it is wiser to drag himself upstairs before the groping rhythm and precise notes of the melody snap away.

He wanted to see Y/n play it herself this time.

Letting out almost a suppressed huff, his fingers snaked around the frame of the door which once was the gateway to his nursery, the sight of the nostalgic plushie of Padfoot (though Sirius admits Harry preferred the original beauty better), graced beside an equally beautiful Moony and- oh huh…

Y/n had a way not to let his dearest Prongs get chewed away by dust.

As the constant notes of intermittent frequency spurred from the old piano that belonged to none other than Euphemia Potter herself, the raven-haired boy stood fixated at the graceful, effortless racing of his girlfriend’s expertised fingers.

Oh, how they danced over those keys had his heart throbbing threateningly against his chest.

Y/n, with a little knowledge of who this little antlered stag signified (Harry vaguely remembers all his dearest uncles and father competing to be his favourite though), had her fake book perching against it. And before she could take another glance into the old rusty pages, her hands went for a rough key smash.

No doubt about it, Harry had fallen down with a thud.

Letting out a feverish breath, she was quick to get her boyfriend since school time back to his feet. Nonetheless, his flustered antics were a good weapon she would require later.

“Eight years and you still love the floor more than me.”

Harry rolled his eyes at the bad joke before pushing her back towards the bench, and stood expectantly at the back in hope for her to continue.

“You know what they say? Blind in love?” He tsked as she smirked from her shoulder. “My eyesight does an extra treat.”

“God awful it is,” her fingers feather touched the surface, sending a serene galloping sound across the silent house. “Mind to hear something?”

As Harry grinned with a “never” she straightened her slouched self, sucking all the air she could. At least that would mean she can carry on without choking with nervousness.

• ✧ ☆ . .☆ ★ . .　 ☆　∗

“Merlin, since when Harry Potter goes red?” Y/n hiccuped over her laugh as Harry tried to dissipate the hotness creeping onto his neck, and before he could retort, he felt something poking him.

Something? Was he sure?

Godric, he silently cursed as a stag, yep, a stag, held it matching self in his mouth, and Y/n looked from beside him in bewilderment.

It almost seemed like he was sitting between three stags, Y/n gaping at the sudden intrusion as if she were a deer with headlights, headlights that were ready to scream.

“Harry, is it an animal?”

‘Mhmm,” he looked away, not wanting to scare her with ‘Surprise! That’s my dad!’.

“Since when do stags roam in Godric Hollow?” Her voice sounded low prior to what sounded zealous minutes ago.

Bingo, he patted her sympathetically on the shoulder, something he can tease her back with.

There was a distant clunk of the door, and before she could protest, Harry had cheekily dragged himself downstairs in the name of opening the door.

Fucking Potter.

“Someone’s having fun,” He sighed at Lily, her curious green eyes staring back his own.

“Where’s James?”

“Having fun,” Lily heard his nineteen-year-old son hinting at the obvious. “He’s introducing himself in his own way.”

“Well then,” she was quick to snort in unamusement, “I’ve got things to handle, and so have you.”

And this time it was the most unexpected commotion Lily had ever met.

Y/n, his son’s girlfriend, whom she knows since last four years, was standing high on the bench, the fake book rolled and held out as if it were a sword, and her innocent, gentleman husband, had his antlers standing out in her direction, the front legs perching on the bench as he looked at her beadily, as if it was the most obvious way to greet someone. He was up for an upbraiding for sure.

And before Y/n could actually pass out at the prospect of standing in a home viz a viz zoo (Harry just imagined if Sirius could join this), he took her out of the room leaving his mother for her quick action.

As James saw the two of them walking out, the young girl with wide eyes and betrayed expression along with his own mini-me, he smiled at the old plushie.

The first thing he was going to do after Lily finishes was to call Sirius. He’d bet that his grandkids are going to like him as the original beauty better.

#harry potter fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagines #golden trio era #harry potter #harry potter x fem!reader #golden trio #harry potter x reader #harrypotter #hp fandom #harry potter blurb #i want to write you a song #no voldemort au

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